Brief, part 5

Chapter 5

As the two of them started talking, I felt my mouth open wider and wider. The story they had to tell was nothing short of incredible. It seems about four months before all this happened, my husband had been cruising online looking for a way to keep me occupied on his business trips and he knew that he wasn’t keeping me completely satisfied most of the time. The business trips were supposed to have been getting more frequent and he knew I hated being alone. He thought if he could find anything to keep me happy, the internet would be the one (if not only) way of finding it. In his regular chat room, he asked the people in there if they had any ideas. They told him to just buy me a vibrator and be done with it. He laughed and told them that even though he thought I would like the idea, he didn’t think I would be thrilled with it. Then one person said (jokingly) that maybe you should just find her a boyfriend. That too, he said, would be unthinkable. They then told him to set me up with one and not tell me about it. He started to get a little angry and told them that was not something even he could go for. But over the period of a few weeks, the idea of his outwardly proper, inwardly wanton wife with another man began to fascinate him. While the idea of another man touching me, making me moan, satisfying me was a bit disturbing, it was also a bit erotic. So he began his search. He wanted to find just the right guy. He started in his chat room, looking at profiles, asking discreet questions and just generally feeling around a little bit. He found about six or so guys from a predetermined distance from our town and started talking to them. He was very upfront and told them what he was looking for and why. Most of them (all but two) shied away from that kind of proposition thinking he was just trying to find a reason to leave his wife or kill her or something. Things they wanted no part of. The two guys that hung around were suspicious, but willing to at least hear out the plan. In the end, they were both interested. He told them both about the other and also told them he would be very honest when it came to decision time. They agreed.

He did a light background check on them. (Safety, you know.) He talked to old friends of theirs - who knew nothing about WHY they were being questioned - and got to know them. After three months, he decided on the one who would ultimately become my lover. Nothing specific, just a feeling. He says he knew I would be happy with this one. I think he’s just making that up. He gave the guy a run down on who I was and on the things (non-sexual) that I liked. The rest was up to him. You know the story from there. What you don’t know is how the story ends. About two weeks after the first encounter with both of them, my lover finally decided to put an end to the relationship. Of course, neither my husband nor I knew that. I woke up one morning to the normal. One of my men always woke me up in one sweetly sexual way or another. That morning, it was my lover. I woke up about the time he got to my knees. (He had worked his way from the toes up.) I thought I knew what was coming, but I was wrong. You know (if you have read any of the reviews I receive) what I expected, but he bypassed that point of contact about the time I was getting good and alert. He thrust himself into me in such a swift motion; I couldn’t breathe over the pleasure pain he caused. He made love to me in such a way that I should have known what he was doing. I should have been able to tell he was telling me good-bye in his own way, but I just thought he was being exceptionally sweet. And at some point in our lovemaking, he whispered to me, “Never forget the way this feels. It can be this way for you always.” I just told him that it always was this way with him. I came four times that morning and when we were done, I felt so pleasantly exhausted I just fell asleep almost immediately. My husband came in a few hours later and pulled me out of the bed and into the shower where he and I made love even though I thought I couldn’t. Between him and me, things were getting better. It was still quick, but now I got off at least once almost every single time. And he actually tried now. We got out of the shower to find our “companion” gone. No note, no anything. Two weeks later, I got an email. I’ve attached a copy here for your viewing pleasure. Let me know what you think!

Samantha, (And probably your hubby too)

Now that you know how we met, you probably think everything we shared was a lie. Or at least, it was just a quick lay. Unfortunately, that’s not the case. When I agreed to do this, I agreed thinking it would be a fun interlude. A good way to pass a little bit of time. You are an attractive woman and I found myself desiring you. (I admit, I kind of expected you to be pretty ugly.) I wanted you, so I made myself believe I was doing a couple a favor by granting a long suppressed desire for “kinky”. But then I met you. And I found exactly what I had been searching for my whole life. I found the type of person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. And since you had already PLEDGED to be with someone for the rest of your life, I ran. As we both know, however, I came back. I told myself I came back to uphold my end of the bargain, but if I wanted to be honest with myself, I would admit that I just wanted to be with you. IF I were being honest, that is. Every time I touched you, every single time I tasted you and every time I drove myself into your body, I knew this wasn’t going to be as easy as your husband and I had planned on it being. I had fallen in love with another man’s wife and I had no right to. I want you. I want more than you can give me and I want more than your husband is willing to share. I know this because it was discussed before any concrete plans were made. No permanence. I could have you for a while, and then I had to give you back. Plain and simple. You felt at home in my arms. It felt real. And I fell in love. I broke my end of the agreement and for that, I will pay dearly. I am so sorry to have gotten you in this situation. All I ask is that you and your husband be happy. Someone has made the ultimate sacrifice to see you happy. Please give me that much. Please be happy. He loves you and can give you so much more than I can.

~Me

Jacob,
I committed a crime against you, and I am so sorry. I know I am wrong and I know I promised you had nothing to worry about. I can make it right though. I can leave and never bother your wife again. And that’s exactly what I’ve done. You have an amazing wife and should consider yourself lucky to have her. Take care of her, Jacob. Love her.

~Me

Well, to say the least, we were speechless. Not that we could have said much. The decision had been made after all. But there were no words at all. And of course, a couple of weeks after that, we got back the results of the test…